Hey guys! So this is my first posted fanfiction… Please R&R and let me know if this is absolute crap, or if I should continue to write. I know it's really short, but I plan to try and write longer ones in the future. Obviously, I am not JK Rowling and don't own the characters. Thanks! ~WG
Hermione stared at the plastic stick in her hand as if it might bite her, and pushed away a strand of her curly brown hair that had fallen across her face. The infamous two minute wait had hardly started and she was already tapping her foot against the floor impatiently. She quickly set the pregnancy test face down on the bathroom counter, and forced herself to look away from it. She would worry herself sick if she kept obsessively watching it like that.
She glanced at the mirror to distract herself, studying her reflection. Her brown eyes were wide in anticipation, framed by dark lashes and slightly bushy eyebrows. Her brown hair fell in loose curls halfway down her back. Light freckles sprinkled over her nose, which was scrunched a little as she worried. Her rose colored lips pursed as her mind raced at what this test might bring, jumping sporadically from problem to problem. Was Ron ready to be a father? Was she ready to be a mother? How would Ron react? How would the rest of the Weasley-Potter clan react? Would they tell them at the next Sunday lunch? Should they wait? What if something went wrong? And that didn't even bring up the idea of maternity leave. Leaving the office for that long... It was almost unfathomable. Who would take over? Heads of Department were pretty hard to substitute. Just when her department was starting to get the well deserved attention that they so needed. They were really beginning to fix things now. Would a pregnancy ruin everything she had worked so hard for? But at the same time, she had always wanted to be a mother... Just not necessarily so soon.
She was jolted back from her thoughts when the timer she'd set dinged quietly. She sucked in a shaky breath and reached out a quivering hand. Closing her eyes, she flipped over the stick. She peeked through one eye, and then the other popped open. She gasped. There was no mistaking the pink plus sign that sat in front of her. That was definitely a positive. She couldn't believe it. She'd passed every test she'd ever taken with flying colors and this one was no different. She stood, frozen, staring at the fateful test, trying to comprehend what this meant for their lives.
She was still frozen like that five minutes later when Ron got home.
"Hey, 'Mione," He called through the house. He strolled into the kitchen, reaching into a tin and pulling out a ginger biscuit he'd made the day before. "You won't believe what happened at the shop today." He shoved part of the biscuit into his mouth.
"Ron." Hermione murmured, stepping out of the bathroom and following her husband into the kitchen, trying to catch his attention.
"See, George wanted to try out a new product, and-" He didn't hear her as he continued his story.
"Ron!"
"He was trying to make it in the back, and-"
"Ron!"
"It exploded, purple goo was everywhere-"
"RONALD BULIUS WEASLEY!"
"Woah. Hermione. Are you ok?" Ron looked startled at her outburst.
Hermione glanced down at the pregnancy test she'd hidden in her hands and took a deep breath before looking back into his concerned blue eyes. She stiffly uncurled her fingers out of the fists that had formed around the plastic stick, revealing it to him.
"I'm pregnant."